It’s just a normal muscle strain, not like the insane neuro-psycho-musculo-pendejo problm on the right, which oddly was fixed almost completely, after a year, by stretching once.

But damn, it’s a bad one. I am unable to fucking do anything without swearing like a fucking longshoreman, and a few times I just had to sit the fuck down and feel sorry for myself before I could get anything done.

If I stand in a position that’s somewhere between “cricket bowler” and “drunk flaming gay guy waving at you” it doesn’t hurt.

Here’s to the thing going away in a day or do so I don’t have to [redacted] [redacted] from [redacted] out of sure frustration.

Anyway I’m driving Bob to the VA for an injection today, so at least I know I don’t have a 40 year old unkillable bacterium in my eye trying to blind me, like him.

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Yeah, you don’t have an unkillable bacterium, but things don’t have to be horrible to still be extremely aggravating. Don’t begrudge yourself a good stream of invective. Counting your blessings is important, but you know, fuckedy-fuck-fuck-FUCK to waking up with absurd pain.

At one point we saw an RV being driven by a twat and he suggested we throw the guy out of it and give it to you after first pushing the seat forward. I agreed, and especially liked the detail of pushing the seat forwards for you. Real mint-on-a-pillow thinking there from Bob.

You have my complete and total sympathy, because I too am suffering from some kind of screaming-shoulder-death, which seems hellbent on killing me with spasms of blinding pain/lack of sleep/advil-overdose. Please let me know if you find a treatment for S.S.D, and I’ll do the same. Hope you feel much better soon.